One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

The night breeze carried the salty scent of roses and the sea.

After the banquet ended, I was away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

Viktor, Nami, and Robin strolled hand in hand along the coastline, bathed in the tranquil starlight.

It wasn't until late at night, when all was quiet, that he returned to Cyrus's little cabin under the moonlight.

Pushing open the wooden door, the scene on the first floor was enough to make one chuckle.

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Franky, and their companions were lying haphazardly on the wooden floor.

Luffy's limbs were spread out like the character "大" (big), and the snot bubbles on his nose swelled and shrank with each breath.

Zoro was clutching the bottle of sake, muttering incoherently in his sleep.

Sanji huddled in the corner, a smirk on his face.

The sounds of snoring and teeth grinding mingled together as the pirates slept soundly, completely unaware of their surroundings.

To avoid waking his exhausted companions, Viktor smiled slightly.

He naturally reached out, one hand encircling Nami's slender waist, the other gently taking Robin's soft, boneless hand in his.

With a change of mind, an invisible force of attraction quietly shifts.

The three of them had their feet slightly off the ground, freed from its restraint.

They made their way to the private attic on the second floor, and then, with a soft "click," gently locked the door.

The attic space is small, but it exudes a tranquil and cozy atmosphere.

A wooden window was half-open, and the bright moonlight poured in through the window frame, casting a layer of silvery-white gauze on the large bed.

Nami, who had drunk quite a bit of fruit wine at the banquet, now had flushed cheeks.

Those usually bright and mischievous eyes were now shimmering with a hazy, watery light, revealing a hint of intoxication.

As soon as she entered the house, she pounced into Victor's arms like a lazy and clingy kitten.

Nami stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms tightly around Viktor's neck.

Her warm breath, carrying the scent of wine, gently brushed against Victor's ear.

What I said at the banquet today was no joke...

"In my heart, you are more precious than all the treasures on this sea."

After saying that, she raised her delicate chin, closed her eyes, and gave him a passionate, deep kiss.

Outside the window, the quiet night breeze whispers through the treetops, accompanied by the low chirping of unknown autumn insects.

On the white wall inside the window, the slender silhouettes of the two people intertwined in the moonlight were reflected.

With a soft rustling sound, the clothes slid off one by one to the edge of the bed.

The soft moonlight, like a paintbrush, outlined Nami's graceful, undulating curves and Viktor's broad, powerful silhouette.

Robin, who was standing nearby, did not make a sound to disturb them.

With a gentle smile on her lips, she bent down and picked up the clothes that the two had dropped on the ground, folding them neatly on the wooden chair next to her.

Then, she began to unbutton her own clothes.

Her perfect figure, perfectly accentuated by the tight-fitting clothes, was fully revealed in the dim light.

Robin quietly walked to the rocking chair by the window and sat down.

She crossed her long legs and, using the moonlight streaming into the room, continued to peruse the notebook.

The old wooden bed in the attic, which had been there for many years, began to creak slightly.

A slender hand clenched the pristine white sheet tightly, the knuckles turning slightly white, creating deep wrinkles.

Her pretty orange hair and Victor's black, tousled hair were messily tangled on the soft pillow.

Unbeknownst to them, a cloyingly sweet and ambiguous atmosphere had already filled the air.

The temperature is rising steadily.

A slender, fair hand suddenly and gently covered Nami's slightly parted, rosy lips.

Robin had put down his notebook at some point.

She leaned against the edge of the bed with an elegant and silent posture.

Robin leaned slightly forward, her long, smooth black hair cascading down like a waterfall.

Her deep, watery eyes quietly watched the two people in front of her, whose gazes were gradually becoming unfocused.

Robin's lips curled into a mischievous smile. He tilted his head slightly and whispered in his uniquely soft and alluring voice:

"Dear Mr. Victor..."

"This little cabin isn't very soundproof; everyone downstairs is still asleep."

This slightly teasing remark instantly made Nami's body stiffen.

She closed her eyes tightly in embarrassment, biting her lower lip hard, not daring to make a sound.

With nowhere else to go, his hands could only grip Viktor's broad back tightly.

Viktor paused slightly upon hearing the whisper in his ear.

He turned his head and looked at Robin's stunningly beautiful face, which was full of smiles.

He chuckled softly, stretched out his long arm, and pulled Robin, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, into this warm and tender embrace.

Robin let out a soft gasp in surprise at Victor's actions.

Victor gently supported her slender waist with both hands, and carefully laid her face down on the soft bed.

Before long, suppressed groans could be heard from this seemingly secluded little attic.

The sound was intermittent, as delicate and lingering as a silkworm gnawing on a mulberry leaf.

In the stillness of the night, amidst the intense thrill of potentially waking up my sleeping companion downstairs at any moment.

The intertwined breaths and soft murmurs were so enticing that they made one's ears burn and one's heart race.

The old wooden bed began to creak and groan again, the sound blending with the chirping of insects outside the window to create a secluded nocturne.

I do not know how long it has been

Victor lowered his head and placed a deep, tender kiss on Robin's black hair, which was slightly damp with sweat.

He whispered in her ear, "Goodnight."

Then, Victor gently withdrew without disturbing her breathing, which had just calmed down.

He turned around and hugged Nami, who had been squeezed to the inside of the bed.

As a responsible partner, he naturally has to treat everyone equally and will never neglect either party.

Viktor reached out and gently stroked Nami's cheeks, which still had an alluring blush, feeling the smoothness and warmth of her skin.

Nami obediently nestled into his arms, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

The sky gradually brightened.

After an unknown amount of time, the rocking wooden bed finally returned to its long-awaited stillness.

In the attic, the alluring atmosphere gradually dissipated, leaving only the mingled breaths of the three of them.

Victor leaned quietly against the wooden headboard.

He reached out and pulled over a large, soft wool blanket, carefully covering the three people lying beside him to ward off the slight chill of the night breeze.

In this beautiful country that has survived the brutal ravages of war and been reborn.

In this space far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world

Amidst each other's body heat and heartbeats, they drifted into a sweet and peaceful sleep.